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Show "UNDER THE H'ARTHSTANE." "Brother, yem boar your Borrow With patience that paiaoth pralje, Tholonaof worldly pctseaatona Just at your latter daja I How do you bar the nilnhbor prayed. "Tbere'a Ioto 'neathths ti'arthatansr tho old man tald. "Oh, Ioto la good, I grant yoo, ' When seasoned enough with irotd, t Hut loro In a cottago" he ihook his had- "ta rhyming that will not boldl Loro only can never lilt your load Ot aorrow and labor on life's late road.' "Ay. ay I" tbo old man answered. Ilia whlta bead sturdily railed) ' ' When ye h'ae lived a' my llfetamn. "Yo'll eryi 'Tho Lord bo praliedl' Whether o' good or 111 shall fa' It lovo 'oeath tho h'arthatano aurrtveth a' 1" ' llut you and your wife," urged the neighbor "Your children under tho od " Xa4 nndor tho tod," tho old man cried, ' Oond neighbor gano to OoJI An' what h'ae we to do wf piln When lore still glortea the auld h'arthstanef ' "Your (alth l past my knowing"' The neighbor murmured low, A spirit of awe and wonder On his face, as ha roso to go. "Ah. friend," the old man answer raada, "Loe 'Death the h'arthttaoe Is naught afraid I" Jean It Ludlum, In . Y Ledger. |